Tomkis, Thomas · published 1615 · first performed or written 1615 [Mar 9] (Annals) comedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
For you I make no question. But there's a rogue called Trincalo, whom if I catch. I'll teach him. Who? you mean Pandolfo's Farmer. Alas poor fool, he's a stark Ass, but harmless. And though she talk with him, 'tis but to laugh, As all the world does at him: Come be friends At my entreaty. Sir, for your sake. I thank you. Let's have a fire; and while I dry myself, Provide good wine and meat. I'll dine with you. I must not home thus wet. I am something bold with you. My house and self are at your service. Lead in. Alas poor, Trincalo hadst thou been taken, Thou hadst been turned for Turkey. Ha; ha, ha; fair fall Antonio's shape. What a notorious wittal's this! Ha, ha, ha. THus by great favour of propitious Stars, From fearful storms, shipwreck, and raging billows, Merciless jaws of death, am I returned To th'safe and quiet bosom of my Country, And wished embracements of my friends and kindred. The memory of these misfortunes past, seasons the welcome, and augments the pleasure I shall receive of my son Lelio, And daughter Flavia. So doth alloy Make gold, that else were useless, serviceable. So th'rugged forehead of a threatening Mountain, Threatens the smoothness of a smiling Valley. WHat do I see? Is not this Trincalo Transformed t'antonio? 'tis: and so perfectly That did the right Antonio now confront him, I'd swear they both were true, or both were false. This man admires the unexpectedness Of my return. O wondrous power of Stars, And skill of Art t'apply 't. You that are married May justly fear, lest this ginger Cloth your wives servants in your shape, and use you As Iupiter did Amphitrio: You that are rich, In your own form may lose your gold. 'Tis Cricca. He seems so just the man he represents, That I dare hardly use him as I purposed. Cricca, well met, how fares my friend Pandolfo? Your friend Pandolfo? How are your means improved; To style familiarly your Master friend? What sayst thou? That I rejoice your Worship's safe returned From your late drowning. Th'Exchange hath given you lost. And all your friends worn mourning three months past. The danger of the Shipwreck I escaped So desperate was, that I may truly say I am new borne, not saved. Ha, ha, ha, through what a grace And goodly countenance, the Rascal speaks? What a grave portance? Could Antonio Himself outdo him? o you notorious villain! Who would have thought thou couldst have thus dissembled? How now? a servant thus familiar? sirrah Use your companions so: more reverence becomes you better. As though I understood not, The end of all this plot and goodly business? Come I know all, see! this untiled clod of earth Conceits his mind transformed, as well as body. He wrings and bites his lips for fear of laughing. Ha, ha, ha!
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
For you I make no question. But there's a rogue cal'd Trincalo, whom if I catch. I'le teach him. Who? you meane Pandolfo's Farmer. Alas poore foole, hee's a stark Asse, but harmelesse. And though she talk with him, 'tis but to laugh, As all the world do's at him: Come be friends At my entreaty. Sir, for your sake. I thanke you. Let's haue a fire; and while I dry my selfe, Prouide good wine and meate. I'le dine with you. I must not home thus wet. I am something bold with you. My house and selfe are at your seruice. Lead in. Alas poore, Trincalo had'st thou beene taken, Thou hadst bene tunn'd for Turky. Ha; ha, ha; faire fall Antonio's shape. What a notorious Wittall's this! Ha, ha, ha. THvs by great fauour of propitious Starres, From fearefull stormes, ship-wrack, and raging billowes, Mercilesse iawes of death, am I return'd To th'safe and quiet bosome of my Country, And wish'd embracements of my friends and kindred. The memory of these misfortunes past, Season's the welcome, and augment's the pleasure I shall receiue of my sonne Lelio ▪ And daughter Flauia. So doth alloy Make gold, that else were vselesse, seruiceable. So th'rugged fore-head of a threatning Mountaine, Threateus the smoothnesse of a smiling Valley. WHat do I see? Is not this Trincalo Transform'd t'Antonio? 'tis: and so perfectly That did the right Antonio now confront him, I'de sweare they both were true, or both were false. This man admires the vnexpectednesse Of my returne. O wondrous powre of Starres, And skill of Art t'apply't. You that are married May iustly feare, least this Astrologer Cloath your wiues seruants in your shape, and vse you As Iupiter did Amphitrio: You that are rich, In your owne forme may loose your gold. 'Tis Cricca. Hee seeme's so iust the man hee represent's, That I dare hardly vse him as I purpos'd. Cricca, well met, how fares my friend Pandolfo? Your friend Pandolfo? How are your meanes improu'd; To stile familiarly your Maister friend? What saist thou? That I reioyce your Worship's safe return'd From your late drowning. Th'Exchange hath giu'n you lost. And all your friends worne mourning three monthes past. The danger of the Shipwrack I escap't So desperate was, that I may truely say I am new borne, not sau'd. Ha, ha, ha, through what a grace And goodly countenance, the Raskall speakes? What a graue portance? Could Antonio Himselfe out-do him? ô you notorious villaine! Who would haue thought thou couldst haue thus dissembled? How now? a seruant thus familiar? Syrrha Vse your companions so: more reuerence Become's you better. As though I vnderstood not, The end of all this plot and goodly businesse? Come I know all, see! this vntil'd clod of earth Conceites his minde transform'd, as well as body. Hee wringes and bites his lips for feare of laughing. Ha, ha, ha!